Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.